My Contractual husband is a Callboy

Marry me!

Zara in her skimpy skirt was sitting on her stepfather's lap gently massaging his bare chest. Behind closed doors. "You won't believe what I saw today, daddy.” She said, as she shifted her blonde hair away from her face.

“What did you see my darling?” Mr. Brown asked, his eyes shut and his mind hazy with pleasure, eyes as his hands glided up and down his stepdaughter's shiny, sexy thighs she was letting him touch.

“I saw your favorite daughter with a callboy,” Zara informed Mr. Brown and his eyes popped open. His slimy hands Froze still, and he raised his gaze to Zara.

“What did you just say?” Mr. Brown asked again, the news had hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling in disappointment.

“You heard me right. I saw your beloved daughter with a call boy.” Zara told him again and he felt the weight of disappointment settle on him.

“Don't get mad, daddy,” Zara cooed when she noticed the deep frown on his face, “You know how irresponsible she is.” Zara massages his chest a little more passionately. “That's why I had asked you to transfer the company to me. You know how responsible I'm.” When she finished the last sentence Mr. Brown raised his questioning gaze to collide with hers.

“Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?” Zara bounced up from her stepfather's lap, “You don't think I'm responsible?”

“Come on my Princess, I don't mean it like that, now come back to Daddy.” Mr. Brown tapped his laps, while Zara folded her hands and sulked, shaking her head in a dismissive nod.

“I'm sorry, okay? Come here,” Mr. Brown begged, “You know her mother had put the company in her name, so my hands are tied. If she forfeits ownership of the company, then I can transfer the company to you, my little princess.”

“Okay Daddy,” Zara purred, flying back to her stepfather's arms and pressed a kiss to his lips.

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“f**k!” She cursed under her breath. I Just missed it. She was about to walk out of the organization when her phone began to ring. It was her Dad. She picked it up sliding her lush black hair to the side, she put the phone to her ear.

“Leila, what is this that I hear, you slept with a call boy?” Mr. Brown yelled from the other end of the call.

Shit! Wide mouth Zara must have told her story. “Uhh… yes dad I did.” Leila stuttered, admitting in shame.

“Aren't you shameless? Why couldn't you go to your husband?” Mr. Brown asked, his voice coloured by sarcasm and contempt.

“Didn't the town crier also tell you that I divorced my husband?” She asked, seeming a little surprised that Zara didn't tell him about it.

“You divorced him?” Her father's voice thundered through the speaker, causing her to wince and pull the phone away from her ear.

“Of course, I did.” Leila responds, bringing the phone to her ear again.

“What do you mean? How could you make such a decision without consulting me?” Mr. Brown fumed, “ Tell me why did you divorce him?”

She took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, “When did you even start caring about me? I thought I was dead to you?” Leila raised her brow in question then suddenly remembered he was on a call with her.

“We are not discussing that. Now Answer my darn question.” Mr. Brown ordered.

“Your stepdaughter is screwing my husband and I won't tolerate that. I'm done with him.” She explained.

Mr. Brown chuckled,“Don't tell me this is the reason you divorced him?”

“Is that not enough reason to divorce him?” Leila sighed in exasperation.

“Absolutely not.” Mr Brown stated firmly, “It's inherent in every man to cheat. You've got to learn to Accept it.”

“Dad?” Leila mused, why is she even surprised that those words were coming from her father.

He shook his head. This girl must be very naive, “If you are looking for a man who won't cheat on you, then you might be single and searching until you die.” Mr. Brown stated crisply without any regard on how his words hurt his daughter.

His words bruised her heart. She didn't want to be single forever. But she chose to believe there are still good men out there who could stick with one woman, “Are you trying to justify why you cheated on my mother?” Leila asked, trying to understand his point.

“No. What I'm trying to tell you is this: go and find Toni wherever he is. Apologize for your foolishness and beg him to take you back.” Mr. Brown clarified.

Leila frowned at her dad's words, she didn't escape Toni's verbal abuse to get it from her dad, “First of all and for your information, I'm not foolish. And two, if you are waiting for me to go back and beg Toni for forgiveness, you will wait forever.” Leila maintained her stance.

Mr. Brown hurled in a deep breath, and spoke in a much calmer voice, shouting over her was not working. “If you don't marry him how do you expect to inherit your mother's business?”

“I'll marry anyone-” Leila began, but her words were cut short as she collided with a solid form. Her phone clattered to the ground, and she stumbled backward, catching herself just in time.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking," she apologized hastily, bending to retrieve her phone. As she straightened, her gaze traveled upward, meeting a familiar pair of golden eyes that seemed to catch the sunlight. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Jeremy?" she exclaimed, surprise coloring her voice. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you work two jobs to make ends meet. Jeez! Don't overwork yourself." Concern laced her words as she studied his face, noting the slight shadows under his eyes.

A lazy smile spread across Jeremy's features, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I would normally handle it just fine, but after last night..." He clicked his tongue and shook his head dramatically. "It's hard. How many rounds again?" he joked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Leila felt heat rush to her cheeks, but she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Okay, stop it," she chortled, looking around hoping no one heard him. playfully. The easy banter between them felt natural, despite the short time they'd known each other.

Jeremy's expression shifted to one of curiosity. "Anyway, what brings you to the Maverick Fashion House, Miss Brown?" he queried, his tone more professional.

"You can call me Leila," she clarified, smoothing down her blazer. "And I'm supposed to have a meeting with the CEO of this fashion house, but I'm about three minutes late, and his staff said he already left. Can you imagine?" Leila arched an eyebrow, indignation clear in her voice.

Jeremy's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Dang! She must be the CEO of the fashion house that wants to partner with us, he thought, his mind racing.

"He must be a very rude and impatient man," Leila added, her frustration evident in the set of her shoulders.

"Oh really?" Jeremy intoned, fighting to keep his expression neutral.

"Of course," Leila continued, gaining steam. "He couldn't even wait for three minutes. It must be a headache working with him. Too demanding and strict for my liking." She paused, noticing the hint of amusement playing at the corners of Jeremy's mouth. "You don't agree with me. Is he easygoing?"

Jeremy chose his words carefully. "Well, attentive to details, yes, but I don't think he is any of the other things you described him as."

Leila's eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at her lips. "How do you know him so well?"

"Well, that's maybe because I work here," Jeremy replied, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue. But curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to see where this would lead.

Leila's eyes lit up, an idea forming. "Let me make you an offer," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll double any amount he's paying you. I want you to come work for me."

Jeremy blinked, taken aback by the sudden offer. Before he could formulate a response, Leila had grabbed his hand, pulling him towards a sleek black car parked at the curb.

"What are the specifications of the job?" Jeremy managed to ask as they approached the vehicle, his mind whirling with the unexpected turn of events.

Leila paused, her hand on the car door handle. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of determination and something else he couldn't quite read. "You're going to marry me," she stated matter-of-factly.

"What?" Jeremy's voice came out as a strangled whisper, his golden eyes wide with shock.